Chapter 731: Chapter 731: Your Name
Hannah seemed never to tire of looking at her own face.
After a long while, Tiffany Lynch glanced at the two figures in the mirror and suddenly spoke. "Hannah Winter, do you think we look alike?"
She had changed her makeup, deliberately attempting to imitate Hannah, but it seemed like no matter what she did, there was always something lacking.
At least, she didn’t think it looked similar.
Hannah ignored her, and so Tiffany continued talking to herself. "It’s hilarious. Previously, you were abandoned by men when you were my stand-in, now the man who abandoned you is looking for your shadow in me."
With this, she couldn’t help but laugh, though her laughter was filled with self-mockery and bitterness, and even more so, resentment.
At first, she could comfort herself, thinking it was just a misunderstanding. But every subsequent time, when George River looked at her, it was as if he was seeing another person through her.
They both knew very well who that person was.
Yet, she couldn’t bring herself to expose all of this. As much as she wanted to have a good fight with George River, as before, to vent her dissatisfaction, she couldn’t. She had to bear all of this in silence.
Proud as she was, she was now merely someone’s stand-in, a stand-in for the person she loathed the most.
Hannah glanced at her, her eyes lingering for a second on her long dress before pulling back. "Haven’t you already obtained what you wanted?"
The spokesperson for House of CR---it’s not a position someone of Tiffany Lynch’s current standing could secure.
"Indeed", Tiffany scoffed coldly. Lowering her head, tightening her fists, she spoke softly, "That time he was drunk, he called your name."
She had initially thought that George River had recollected their past happy times and turned over a new leaf. She had even made preparations to give herself to him completely to secure him by her side.
But at the very end, one name had sobered her up completely.
Hannah hadn’t expected this.
But she only blinked in surprise.
Mildly raising her fine eyebrows, Hannah tapped the lipstick gently on the table, and said with a smiling but meaningful tone, "It seems he indeed was hopelessly drunk."
Tiffany Lynch looked at her, tears welling in her eyes, but her gaze was frighteningly sharp and cold, "I suppose you’re waiting to laugh at me now, aren’t you?"
Hannah turned her head, looking at that tear-stained face, and said in mild surprise, "You’re the one telling me all this, not like I eavesdropped at your door."
Tiffany bit her lip, her lips turning bloodless, not knowing if it was due to her anger at Hannah or the heartache from recalling what had happened.
She bowed her head, her expression gradually growing sullen. A hint of blood-colored lips, even her once fair face distorted, "Hannah Winter, do you think everything would return to normal if you just quietly disappeared?"
After she finished her sentence, as if opening some new era’s gates, Tiffany raised her head, her eyes gleaming with an eerie light.
Hannah didn’t react. She continued to fill in her eyebrows in the mirror, and only after a while did she nonchalantly respond, "You could give it a try."
Tiffany Lynch wasn’t joking. She truly wished she could kill Hannah, else she wouldn’t have locked the makeup room’s doors.
Only at that last second, when she met Hannah’s eyes filled with amusement, deep as a lake, devoid of any pretense of goodwill, she saw her own reflection at the bottom of the lake.
She saw her ugliest side, nothing from her typically elegant demeanor remained.
All she did was sneer coldly, her eyes full of hatred, as she turned around and left.
There will come a day, Hannah Winter, you just wait for me.
She left, disappearing around a corner.
